Andrei Bely All Alone
‘ОДИН’
ANDREI BELY
‘ALL ALONE’
Fogged are all the windows,
Outside is the moon,
You do stand by window
To its brim attuned.
Wind. Grey birches drooping…
Yet we might confess:
We have suffered tears,
Sorrow and distress.
And, by chance, does mount
Bore of long-time groan,
That does keep on claiming:
I am quite alone.
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